2019-11-29 – As I sit in the Temple of the Sacred Mirror, still digesting the abundance of food from the Day of Gorging (what is also often referred to as ‘Thanksgiving’), I feel a sense of deep expansion. Of the form of the Mythica and my right-entry of writing and presentation coming into coherence.
It’s not lost on me that this is a victory in and of itself, where I’m actually having *access* to the spells of storytelling that have so long lain beyond the threshold of clarifying the architecture of the main temple, at last within my grasp.
Good times. So, as I sit here, feeling the blessed voices of the rain deva, I am at last able to stretch into my own site more fully, the island of that expression gradually coming to view across the oceans of the Akash.